Time stands at still !


Shadowy silhouette
in the sun
touching the horizon
portrays lovers embrace
colluded as one.

Inseparable dreams
slowly morphing into one
creating a harmony
perfectly tuned
in the rhymes of their hearts

the sapphire sea
reflecting its colour
in the profound sky
blanketing them under self
while their lips concocting
in an enchanted kiss

Surrendering in the beauty of
twinkling stars in the emptiness
of the significant sky
the darkness descends
and shadows swallow all
of light’s trace

Reality takes a pause
the time stands at still
to the depths of their soul
where they swim
in the glory of love
the purest love, living in their heart.


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Welled !

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Millions of pieces of severed heart
in the aftermath of several heartbreaks
delicately carried under
this moonlit sky
blanketed under beautifully crafted
deceitful smiles
carrying an ocean of pain
in those dew dropped
eyes welled with unshed tears


Being fine !


She said she was fine
the sentence that had become
a default setting in her brain
letting her oblivious to reality

but no one is really fine
in the dark
speaking to the voices
in their head
fighting the demons
haunting them
all on their own
and crying to themselves
all through the night,
getting ready to face the light,

no one is fine in the light
with only themselves in sight.


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‘Meant to be’ !


She stopped for a while to think,

why she was where she is?

and if she was meant to be there,

why is it that every moment,

is a moment of struggle and despair.

If she is meant to be happy,

why every single day is followed with

breaking down before the pillow.


Life, in strange ways, is misleading sometimes,

a puzzle, stubborn to be solved at all,

it takes to a path beautiful,

and the moment surroundings become comfortable

a hurricane arrives following destruction and relocation.


She stops, and looks back to the path she had been to,

thinks about all the times she had relocated,

every time with a spirit, higher than before,

a spark lightening her up, fuelling her to take on the world,

rather it seems the fuel is ending now, the spark no longer brightening

rather, her heart is starting to collapse in that fire,

becoming just remnants of once a fierce soul.



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Collaborated scribbles !


He was stuck in a loop, an uncontrollable need to just keep on running away from all possible circumstance & every possible chance of vulnerability, running from one relationship to another, one person to another, one target to another, one thought to another.

And then on one fine morning she happened, she entered the room with a bright wide smile, & coloured the grey white life, time stopped, eyes met, hearts sang the same song & every piece fell in place.

She grew like a sunflower of the new bright light, but this time the sun ☀️ Came down to the flower, for like forever. 

He was the sunshine that reflected on her face making it glow and bling, he was the colour on her skin, making her beautiful, he was the reason her smile was wide and bright, for every single time she felt at bliss, looking into his eyes.

His love was a canvas, so pure and white, where she painted it red with the intensity of their love, and created a painting for them to protect and cherish till the end of time.

He became the light she needed to traverse the dark corners of her heart, the blanket that protected her from the cold winds of time, a listening ear and a giving heart, he was everything she could have wished for.

Alone they were letters scattered randomly on the page, together they became a poetry.  


“There are days when someone, tells you how special you are to them and it becomes melodious, today was one such day, and I thought this would be a better way to reply and reciprocate the emotions. This is a collaboration, and a little introduction of the words of the one, to whom all my poetry is dedicated.”



A line !


A line,

vague yet profound

for the eyes to see

between empowered and helpless

both leading to falling in love

holding within it intense depth of passion.


The night plays the tricks,

calling upon me, as the sleep wanders to a land foreign

revealing the darkness it had hidden perfectly

the darkness, that’s shared by these two hearts.

making them meet at the middle of this line

drawn so intricately.


Holding each others hands, 

they find a balance,

on the line so thin, speaking nothing

letting the silence do the talking.

for there is an enormous space,

that no amount of words can fill.


They stay with each other,

for that eternal moment of honesty between them

where no deceit had a place,

for there were no words, just expression

of the emotions kept tight inside for so long.


It was a moment of free fall,

a moment of an eternal beginning

a moment of endless endings

finding a way to be draped in the warmth

of plain love, between the two hearts.


Standing on the edge, on the risk of falling,

they reminded each other, how beautiful destruction could be

for it had the power to create, something magical

just in those moments of vulnerability

as they became one.


Remnants !



we used to be on the same street

in the same city

at the same time

all of which is settled in the past

in the boxes of memories

we keep for each other

opening them

when the world sleeps

in the company of the night-sky

the bittersweet of emotions

is what is remnant 

reflected in the tears

flooding the pillow.

wiping the salty water

i look out the window,

trying to lessen this pain by

gazing the same stars

I know, you could too

assuring as it may sound

bringing me closer to you

yet not close enough.



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Home, where heart is !


You are the light that guides me home,

a home that you’ve built with love

in your heart,

a home, that belongs to me.


I’ve built a room there,

made of poetry and words,

where, when the night strucks

the starlight enters, illuminating with adoration.


the walls are painted with the lightest shade of blue

i know, that’s your favourite,

and it reminds me of your love.

the roof is the night sky,

where the moon and stars accompany us,

never leaving us alone.


And there we are, in the midst of it

lying wrapped up in the blanket of warmth

comforting each other,

where no word is spoken

where wounds of distance

are healed with the embrace of hearts,

finding the home, where we belonged all along.





Near, still here !


The wind that just passed by you, caressing your face

touched me, I felt the warmth as if it was your touch,

leaving me breathless.

The miles between us I wonder now,

is it real, for never you are away.

The setting sun in the sky,

paints your face, for me to admire.

and then when I close my eyes,

I feel your arms wrapped up around me perfectly.

Hours and days, weeks and months

pass at their own pace, 

yet I always find you just right beside me.

And when the night sky shine

the star-light reflects the glitter of your eyes

speaking to me in the language of love.

The moon light falls on the ocean,

and the waves carry the sound of your laughter,

that makes my heart skip a beat.

When the world falls asleep, and the raindrops fall

their sound seems like your voice talking to me

taking my name, singing to me, making it beautiful,

making me fall asleep in the comfort of the lullaby .

And when the morning sunshine touches my skin,

gently, it feels like the comfort of your touch

blanketing me, to start my day.

And I feel that

you still are just here, right beside me

in every thing I see and touch

yes, still very near, just here.



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Serene journey !


Today, tomorrow and for years to come,

I’ll walk the paths with you,

touching the air around, that no one can see,

and when the journey gets difficult,

for the roadblocks gets rough,

when the efforts invested appears in vain,

I’ll hum your favourite song,

walking along, holding your hand,

adorning the smile, comforting you,

one step at a time, to end this journey,

with one thing certain,

my hands in yours, and my steps besides yours,

welcoming the rising sun, together.

on the other side of the night.